#stevetony for ts

[no-gorms]

Steve/Tony, Hanahaki, UST, open ending

It is an unfortunate fact of Tony’s history that he’s familiar with the longing disease. Lung gardening. Hanahaki, or whatever other euphemisms they’ve come up with lately to describe it.

Naming conventions aside, Tony’s knows well enough what the affliction feels like – the warning sting at the back of the throat that’s followed by the pressure of something more personal, more vicious than mere phlegm. The body’s breathing apparatus has decided to betray its owner, and Tony’s had it enough times that he could be embarrassed, if he were the sort of person to be embarrassed by that kind of thing.

A cough, a heave, and then petals are cascading in a disgusting shower onto the tabletop. At least the tabletop is glass, which is easy to clean, and Tony’s reflexes were fast enough that he’d pushed Hill’s paper folder of printouts clear away.

Most people would be grateful to have their symptoms manifest in privacy. Those who do not, get used to the shocked silence that follows.

“Oh no,” comes Bruce’s voice from Tony’s left. Quiet, worried.

“Maybe—” Natasha clears her throat, businesslike, “—we can take five?”

“Ah, shit.” Tony straightens up and dabs at his mouth with a handkerchief. He eyes the pile of petals with a scowl, noting that they’re bright-colored blooms, as if he’s twenty years old all over again and doesn’t know any better. “Fantastic. Just what we needed today.”

“Yeah, we can take five—” Clint starts.

“As if we don’t have enough to do.” Tony sighs. “Goddammit, Steve.”

“What?” Steve says.

Being an old hat at surviving Hanahaki also means that Tony knows the faces he’ll see when he looks around the table. There’ll be surprise, concern, empathy, and discomfort in various combinations, and Tony gets all of that and then some, because the Avengers have so far rolled with a number of far greater inconveniences with grace.

“Look.” Tony takes one last cleaning swipe of his face with the handkerchief and drops it on the pile. “It’s not your fault, I’m not blaming you, but you gotta step up on this if we’re gonna make the flight out in time to follow Thor’s lead.”

“I, what—” Steve blinks twice, quick and robotic, before those same eyes widen.

Ah, so this is a surprise to Steve, which might be even more irritating than the Hanahaki itself. Tony could try to be half-full-cup about it and take it from the angle that this means that he hadn’t been too ridiculous openly about his burgeoning crush on the good Captain. But that would take more effort than he’s willing to expend.

It was supposed to be just admiration. Idle feelings to be nurtured like a baby bird of a side hobby. Good fucking going, Stark. What had Steve even been doing to make it tip over? Squinting at Natasha’s slide with that stoic yet judgmental purse of the mouth that usually has Tony internally clapping his hands with glee?

That could do it.

“Yeah, I know, it’s stupid,” Tony says, waving it off. “You don’t even like me as a human being, but I’m a masochist that way sometimes. Good news is, I’m also fickle, so it probably won’t be that hard to make me hate you. By this afternoon, hopefully? Or whenever you’re ready, I’m sure you’ll figure something out, but anyway this is still…” He eyes the pile of petals. “This is way early stages, we’ll have weeks, but the sooner the better.”

“What do you mean I don’t like you as a human being?” Steve says, as though that’s the most important part of what Tony just said.

“You need to be mean to me, okay?” Tony says.

Bafflement animates Steve’s normally poster-handsome face. Bafflement, and then offense, as though Tony just asked him to kick puppies, which Tony would never do, and anyway Tony isn’t a puppy. Steve can be mean, sometimes by accident and sometimes on purpose, and those glimpses of candid moments are so rare – for Tony, at least, since the others know Steve far better than Tony ever could – that Tony has and does treasure every single one.

Unfortunately, this thought sends a wave of affection rolling through Tony’s brain, which is followed by a wave of petals rolling out of Tony’s mouth. And this time they do destroy Hill’s folder of printouts.

He recovers faster this time, which may or may not be helped by Bruce patting his back gently.

“Sorry, correction.” Tony wheezes through an inhale. “You need to be mean to me, and not in a sexy way.”

“What—?” Steve starts.

“Stark means that you need to be cruel to him to stunt his feelings for you,” Thor says, nodding solemnly. “But to not use language that he’d find appealing. ‘Tis a fine line, indeed, I understand the challenge there.”

“Thor,” Bruce says.

“What?” Thor says.

“Right,” Clint says, “I think we should not be here for this.”

“We were finishing up anyway.” Tony stands up and shoves all the petals into the folder that will be going into the trash pronto. “I need to do a health scan but you guys can keep going with that entry route, and let me know what you’ve decided before suit up, yeah?“

“Tony,” Steve says. “You’re—that’s dangerous—”

“Yes, yes, I am aware,” Tony says irritably. “Romanoff, have my back?”

“We do face death on the regular,” Natasha says. “This is manageable.”

“See.” Tony points at Steve. “I’ll work on my part, but you have to do yours. Mean. You can do it, I believe in you. Just maybe… don’t use Howard?” He sighs. “No, you should probably use Howard. Anyway, I’ll be in lab, give me a buzz if there’s anything.”

Tony goes with a careless wave over his shoulder, and waits until he’s out of the room and the door is closed before he lets himself wince.

Could’ve gone worse, actually.

[ashes0909]

for the TS lyrics prompt list you reblogged, 18 for stevetony? 👀

18. The worst thing that I ever did / Was what I did to you Ship: Stony

Tony knew he shouldn't just show up at Steve's apartment. He knew he wouldn't be welcome, not after they'd spent that evening on the rooftop, hands inching together until palms clasped, and then the very next night was photographed on a date with Christine Everhart.

"It's been hard to open up to people," Steve had said on the rooftop, the moonlight casting over his face, highlighting the way his lips had turned down in a frown. "But with you," Steve went on to admit. "It's easy."

Tony's heart had skipped from one beat to the next, his hand clenching around Steve's and he'd taken a leap: "I want to be that person you share things with, that person you come to when it all gets too hard. Or when you're having the best day. Or when you're bored or excited or...all of it. I'm here for you Steve. I want to be yours."

"I want that, too." And maybe Steve's eyes had flicked down to Tony's lips, and maybe Tony's tongue had come out to briefly lick the chapped corner of his own lips in response.

But then the rooftop door had slammed open and the rest of the gang rolled through the doorway in a boisterous rumble of laughter and chatter, and their hands had fallen from one another.

Now, across the television screen behind Steve, Christine Everhart hung from Tony's side.

Tony swallowed. "How was your day?" He willed the TV to turn off, to make that image go away.

"My day?" Steve scoffed. "Who cares."

"I--"

"I'm sure Everhart talked your ear off enough."

"Steve, that was for appearances. Trust me, if I turned her down tonight it would be headline news tomorrow."

Steve sighed. "Whatever, Tony, I don't care, I--"

Tony stepped forward, pulling Steve's hand into his own, clenching it tight. "Trust me, please, I'd rather have been on that rooftop with you, than on a date with Everhart--with anyone else."

Steve's eyes narrowed, but he didn't pull his hand away. "Then...no one else? From now on?"

"There's been no one else since the rooftop. Everhart was damage control."

The betrayal began to slip from Steve's gaze and the clenching around Tony's heart eased.

Steve stepped closer, ran his free hand across Tony's cheek. "Promise me."

"I promise. I'll do my damndest to make that--" he gestured over Steve's shoulder "--the worst thing I ever do to you."

Steve caught Tony's gaze and held it before bringing their lips together in a soft kiss. When he pulled back, he whispered against Tony's lips, "Good."

Taylor Swift Prompt List

[fihli]

ro/ts is NOT stevetony and yet it is impossible to write those two without an ungodly amount of wild flirting

[jewishclarkkent]

how do i brainstorm for my stevetony fic, dammit. trying to get somewhere with the dr stark fic and i know where this chapter is going... but i'm gonna need some further inspiration to figure out the rest of the plot and where it's going.

[bisteverogers-archive]

Can you rank: Steve x Bucky, Steve x Tony, Steve x Sam, Steve x Peggy, Steve x Nat?

omg okay uh for me personally, in the mcu:

steve/bucky

steve/peggy

steve/sam

steve/tony

steve/nat: they’re last only because they’re my #1 brotp

send me five characters / ships / shows / celebs / anything and i’ll put them in my order of preference!

[starvels]

5 9 12 and 15 :)

hello dear lena! thank you💕 i hope you enjoy these recs

fic reader's ask meme

5. long stories or short stories

i tried to answer this several ways, tbh and what i finally realized is that i really don't mind short, medium or long fic. all of it is nice to me, it just depends on my mood. so! here are some varied length recs 😎

here are two nice steve/tony:

Heroes and Devils by marinarusalka

Three years after Dr. Doom cast the entire island of Manhattan into the dark depths of the Echo Bazaar, life goes on. The people of Lowered Manhattan, including the Avengers, have adapted as best they could to their shadowy new existence. But then the Avengers find themselves in possession of a mysterious locked box that could save them all -- if it doesn't kill Tony first.

you can think that you’re in love, when you’re really just in pain by lomku

Every day, they take Steve, and every day, he comes back a little less pristine.

and an arthur/eames i think you might enjoy in a dark creepy way 👀

Sustenance by the_ragnarok

Nobody in their business comes by their skills for free. There is always someone to train you, to remake you in the image of your chosen profession. Their world is a place of ownerships. The best you could hope for was a long, comfortable leash. (Inception, Arthur/Eames)

9. rec some angst! (you all love this # sdkjnbgkjnb)

here's two steve/tony

A Borrowed Body by dirigibleplumbing

After Steve shows up in San Francisco, Tony uses Extremis to make him strong and beautiful again. Tony wants sex in return, and Steve gives it to him—he owes this body to Tony, after all. Every month after that, he visits Tony to keep up his end of the bargain.

That will just have to be enough for him.

but come ye back by Red (S_Hylor)

When the night is cold and the sky is open, Tony goes to talk to the past Sheriff of Timely.

then, a carol/jess just for you lena hehe

Hollow Spirits by Ironlawyer

Carol is missing something. She is supposed to have her memory back, yet there is an emptiness inside her. No one will listen and nothing can help. Except Tony Stark and a bottle of Jack.

and last an og fic about elves and complex internalized homophobia and trauma

The Golden Veil by jury

Half-elf Soren, raised as a human, returns to the land of the elves, but finds his past is not left behind. Caught between new relationships and the trauma of his history, he struggles to adjust to his new world through swordfights, painful conversations and the truths he's been hiding from himself.

12. share a sentence that you still remember from a fic you read long ago

what this question revealed to me is that i am really bad at remembering specific lines that are not my own words or summaries or old fma fics LOL😭

so! not so much a single sentence, but i think Relativistic Heat Conduction by BlossomsintheMist still is soooo vibrant in my mind. i read it basically when it was published and every element of it just sorta swept me away. i think it was really formative for how i view steve and tony as avengers together and leaders (especially steve) and the humanity inside superhero stories. so many good lines just saying exactly the concise, weighted thing for the moment/characters:

"“That’s the spirit,” Tony said, but it sounded dull, dead.  It was the sort of thing he might have said what felt like a hundred years ago, back in the original mansion, but it left his lips like it was in a foreign language."

"Was he the one holding them all back?  Was Clint right?  Was his lack of leadership just keeping them trapped down here, dying by inches, while people died and suffered without their help?"

"He sat with him for a long time, until his eyes closed, and he thought he slept.  It felt like an eternity.  For a while he thought he might never leave, that this stinking hut with the flies and the smell of death was it, was everything.  His penance for getting this man killed—for all of it."

not to rec another arthur/eames you didn't ask for, but there's a line about loving the best version of someone in Incipit by thehoyden and i constantly reference it in actual relationships lol. it's not prosaic, but it's really apt and just. cuts gently to the core of loving someone:

"He leaves some money on the table and helps Arthur outside, keeping a firm hand on his elbow. They wait for what feels like forever for a taxi, and then a very pregnant woman and her friend exit the restaurant just as one pulls up. Eames lets go of Arthur to carefully help the pregnant woman inside, all perfect gentlemanly courtesy, and she smiles in thanks as he gently shuts the door. When he comes back to Arthur, he says, "Next one, love, I promise."

Arthur's heart clenches then and he says, "It's fine," but he thinks he'd wait for a thousand cabs just for the pleasure of seeing Eames be a good person."

15. what rarepair you think has a lot of potential

carol/jess/rhodey. like, if you've ever read a single comic with them in it together, you have GOT to stop and go ?????polY? bc their vibes are off the charts.

for a fic rec: annie/dan/eddie/venom, which i think we've talked about before - but truly just is so good. there's so many dynamics to play with

drawn into something by Nonymos

Things Eddie Brock flirts with on a regular basis: death, insanity, his ex, his ex’s new boyfriend, and also the alien symbiote that lives inside his body. Not bad for a loser with no game, really.

and i agree with you! carol/wanda is underappreciated! here's a cute rec for them too 😜

The Heavens' Embroidered Cloths by Muccamukk

Wanda fell toward the Earth, and Carol chased her.

[moontours]

rafa coming back to tumblr vs me descending into her dms immediately 

[sony-rark]

saw a post about them having a we’re-hiding-from-the-feds-in-this-closet scene during the 1970′s time heist and i had to draw a lil something for it

[torturedpoetsdepartmentemployee]

Folklore is literally just full of Stony songs!

[incorrecttonyxeveryonequotes]

Steve: [brushes Tony’s hand with his own]

Tony: [grabbing Steve’s hand] Commit to it.

[starksroger]

exclusive with e! news: steve rogers talks being nomad, the blip and tony stark

[colonelrogers]

who did this

[jewishclarkkent]

a lifetime ago i started writing a coda to iron man/captain america: casualties of war, so here’s an excerpt.

Broken glass crunches under Steve’s boots as he enters the wreckage of Avengers Mansion. It seems worse, somehow, than the last time he was here, worse even than how it looked on that fatal night it got destroyed. When he passes by the grand staircase leading up to the private quarters, Steve finds himself rooted to the spot. What would he find on the second floor? Ruin and debris, in all likelihood; wreckage is all that remains of his old room and his life with the Avengers. It’s not your home anymore, a cruel voice reminds him. A familiar pang of loss situates itself in his chest, but Steve only clenches his fists and keeps walking. This is not the time for sentimental, childish thoughts.

Coming here had been stupid and careless--two things he can’t afford to be, especially at this critical juncture. It’s only the latest in a string of poor decisions he’s made in recent weeks, but it may just be the most reckless. Not one of his teammates is aware of his whereabouts, not even Sam, and he hasn’t allowed himself to consider how he’ll handle the situation should it go awry—and it easily can. Steve had already been impetuous enough to lead his team into a trap once, and Bill Foster is dead as a result.

Still, part of Steve clings to the belief that it’s not too late to make things right. Tony is a friend, and they’ve always been able to resolve their differences in the past, have always come out stronger for having done so. There has to be a way for Steve to remind him of that, to make him see reason. For all his bravado, Tony Stark is a good man — always has been. Steve knows that better than most.

They’d agreed to meet at what was once the public conference room, and Steve is surprised to realize that, despite being half an hour early, he’s not the first one there. Even more surprising is the fact it’s Tony sitting behind the oak desk, looking immaculate as ever in a designer suit rather than his armour. Of course, with the help of Extremis, Iron Man could appear at Tony’s whim. Still, this is not what Steve had been expecting, and he finds himself thrown off, unprepared to face his old friend.

“Hello, Steve,” says Tony, using the tone he usually reserves for business meetings and press conferences. Is this what’s become of them? The expression on his face is impassive and carefully controlled. Steve hates it, and simultaneously wishes he’d mastered the skill himself. With his quick temper and inability to rein his emotions in, he’s at a complete disadvantage; he’s a powder keg brimming with anger and betrayal, and any spark could set him off. “I’m glad you could make it. I was afraid you might think this is a trap.”

“No. You wouldn’t. Not here,” Steve insists, and doesn’t mention that very thought has occurred to him. “And if I’m wrong—I’ll deal with it.”  

There’s a slight twitch to Tony’s lips, dangerously close to a show of displeasure, but he regains control and steels his jaw instead. Steve feels smug satisfaction at having elicited some sort of emotion out of him. “You’re not,” Tony says carefully, voice measured. “I haven’t told anyone about this meeting. I just… I thought we should talk.”

The simple admission surprises Steve, something he hopes doesn’t register on his face. Tony stands up from his seat, walking over to the adjacent wall where an old framed photograph of the Avengers remains. The glass is cracked and its positioning is precariously crooked. Tony rights it with careful hands, tracing the frame with his fingers. “All these years… everything we’ve been through together… we owe it to each other to try and work it out, one last time…”

“All right,” Steve acquiesces, lowering his shield as Tony turns around to face him. After all, it’s the reason he’s agreed to this meeting. “Let’s talk.”

[natashastarkotp]

Tony, daydreaming about Steve: 🎶 Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh we can follow the sparks I’ll drive, “so where we gonna go?” I whisper in the dark, “where we gonna go?” 🎶

Steve: Who’s “we”?

Tony, hiding his Captain America plushie: *screeches*

[kayvsworld]

wip of just,,,,,some Really soft and gentle boys,,,

[stonyholic]

idk how to do anything aesthetic or writer-y so here’s the link to a new fic i posted! and it’s basically a one-shot of stevetony in love.